Chapter 112

After dealing with his colleague, Ka'er quickly accepted the fact that Qiao Suisui hadn't sent him a single message, and then decisively took the initiative to contact her.

Although the mission this time wasn't long, hearing her voice again gave Ka'er an unprecedented and absurd thought—

He wanted to have a home.

It would be best if there were someone at home waiting for him.

It would be best if that person were her.

"So, what is it you need?"

Qiao Suisui's voice, which carried a hint of helplessness and slight annoyance, brought Ka'er back to his senses. He asked: "Who has upset our little boss again?"

"No one."

"Where are you?"

"At the hospital. A classmate is injured, and I have to take turns caring for him with another classmate."

"Oh, is the focus of that sentence 'classmate' or 'injured'?"

Qiao Suisui couldn't keep up with his train of thought; her little brows furrowed, and she sent a silent question mark warning.

Ka'er seemed to receive it and quickly explained: "Because if it's about being injured, then I'm injured too. Can I get your care? If not, I'll enroll in school now and become your classmate."

Qiao Suisui paused upon hearing this and still asked with concern: "Is the injury serious?"

Ka'er looked down at the puncture wound on his abdomen. The wound was about 4 centimeters wide and 12 centimeters deep, and it was still constantly seeping blood. He rationally evaluated it: Is it serious? Among the many injuries he'd had, it was considered light. The strange thing was that even when he was almost stabbed to death before, he didn't feel there was anything to talk about, but now he longed to get something—either to see the nervous expression on her face, or to watch her look at him with red, teary eyes, or perhaps, she didn't need to do anything at all, just stay by his side and let him smell the scent on her...

"Ka'er? Are you okay?"

Sensing a hint of worry in Qiao Suisui's voice, Ka'er smiled and said: "I lied to you, how could I be injured?"

He leaned against the wall, holding the light brain in one hand, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and lighting it with the other, trying to use the smoke to numb the pain.

In the hospital corridor, Qiao Suisui listened to his unserious jokes: "Didn't they say a male's work ability is his best medical beauty treatment? How about it, am I handsome in a fierce way?"

Qiao Suisui was amused by him, and the gloom that had hung over her heart for days was dispelled quite a bit. Under Ka'er's guidance, she chatted aimlessly about all sorts of things. Her laughter grew more frequent without her realizing it, while his voice became increasingly gentle.

"So this mission was to silence the mistress of a member state's leader? Can you just talk about the mission content like that?"

"Family members can, others can't."

Qiao Suisui's face flushed, and she scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about."

"The mistress of the house, referred to as family. I'm your tenant, you're the boss of the house and also the mistress, why can't I?"

Qiao Suisui thought to herself, 'What a stretch, just pure stretching.'

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore."

She intended to hang up, but heard Ka'er say 'wait' three times in a row, then added: "You still owe me a meal."

Qiao Suisui remembered; she had promised him that day that they would eat together. And he had saved her in the library, so she had to show her gratitude with this meal.

"Then when are you free?"

The other end of the light brain was silent for two seconds, then said: "I'm ready at any time, starting from this second, I'm already running toward it."

Qiao Suisui thought for a moment and said: "Then come to the Ausilan Huangting tomorrow, I'll cook for you myself."

Ka'er looked at the wound on his abdomen, his mouth biting the cigarette stretching almost to his ears, and said: "No problem."

After hanging up the audio call, he took out the quick first-aid kit he carried in his bag, performed some messy operations to stop the bleeding, and then skillfully sent his location to Kai. Not long after, the other side called. Before Kai could speak, he heard the other's wicked voice coming through clearly and forcefully: "Come save your dad quickly, I'm not going to make it."

Night, hospital.

Qiao Suisui talked to Luka about the situation, telling him not to wait for her, and then had the doctor change Anubis's medicine. With nothing else to do, she lay down on the companion bed nearby.

The two were separated by a curtain, each harboring their own thoughts.

Anubis suggested again that she go back. Qiao Suisui put her hands under her head, looked at the ceiling, and said: "Patients have to obediently follow arrangements, so don't try to persuade me anymore. The doctor just gave instructions, saying you might develop a fever in the middle of the night due to inflammation, so there must be someone by your side."

Anubis pursed his lips and stopped talking, his gaze fixed on the curtain.

The room was lit only by a warm yellow night light, casting Qiao Suisui's silhouette onto the curtain, adding a quiet warmth to the air and easing the long-standing loneliness in the young man's heart.

Anubis stared at the shadow on the curtain, extended a finger, and traced her outline on the curtain in the air.

"Bi, how old are you?"

Qiao Suisui's sudden, out-of-the-blue question made his hand pause. Anubis withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and said faintly: "I'll be an adult in another month."

Qiao Suisui turned over in surprise, the projection on the curtain showing her small figure lying on the bed.

"Eh? Then you're younger than me."

Anubis didn't speak.

"Call me 'Big Brother' and let me hear it."

"..."

Qiao Suisui giggled; she felt like she had been somewhat infected by Ka'er.

"Then how old is Li Yi?"

Anubis said: "He's old."

Qiao Suisui chuckled and counted on her fingers: "If that's the case, then Li Yi is Liu Bei, I'm Guan Yu, and you're Zhang Fei."

Anubis didn't understand what she was talking about, but he could feel the joy in her tone and couldn't help but curl his lips. "Who are they?"

Qiao Suisui was tired of lying down, yawned, rested her face on her arm, and explained while thinking: "Hmm... the three of them were good friends. They all had things they wanted to do, and then in a peach orchard, they held up three nutrient solutions and started singing: 'This... one... bow... loyal... liver... righteous... gall...' After singing, they clinked the nutrient solutions and drank them down, 'slap'—smashed them, and made a pact to share blessings and endure hardships together."

Anubis: "Why smash them?"

Qiao Suisui: "To set the mood."

Anubis nodded with a serious face. After a long while, he suddenly said: "The three of us are just like them."

Qiao Suisui smiled and said: "Right, the three of us are just like them, sharing blessings and enduring hardships together."

She yawned again, her eyelids already unable to hold up, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Anubis listened to her breathing go from even to deep and long, then clutched his chest and got out of bed gently. He slowly and hesitantly pulled back the curtain, like opening a door that had been locking away his desires.

The young man crouched in front of her bed, watching her sleeping face, not daring to move, only gazing at her carefully and extremely earnestly. Anubis wanted to remember his features, the position of his mole, the length of his eyelashes, the way he slept quietly... He suddenly remembered what Li Yi had said about the senior, and his eyes darkened.

Anubis closed his eyes and mobilized his talent. The surroundings immediately fell into a boundless darkness, with only him and the person on the bed.

He approached cautiously, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath. He heard his own heart beating wildly and worried that the sound would wake her up in the next second.

The young man kissed her gently, and the moment he touched that softness, he immediately pulled back, like a startled animal.

He slumped onto the floor, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. The emotions in his eyes changed again and again, as if experiencing a silent tsunami, before finally calming down slowly.

He closed his eyes in resignation, covering the complex emotions in his gaze.

(End of chapter)